Feb 9, 2008

Everett & Eyebrows

Sam has another little chum (I just love that word “chum”) named Everett who is five months older than him.  And when you are are only two years old, those five months can make all the di...
Feb 6, 2008

Sam’s Got a Buddy

Sam’s got his first real buddy, an energetic little guy named Trent.  Sam pronounces it “Frent” which, ironically enough, sounds just like a merger of “friend” and ̶...
Feb 4, 2008

Sippy Cup Hell

Oh, do I ever hate sippy cups!  Don’t get me started, but I’ve already gotten myself started.  So it’s too late, my friends, like crying after spilled Juicy Juice.  Seriously, tho...
Jan 30, 2008

The Most Beautiful Words

I always thought the most beautiful words I could ever hear Sam say are “I love you, Mommy.”  They are spectacular words, don’t get me wrong, but others have topped them, believe it...
Jan 30, 2008

Funny, Funny

Sam’s at the stage when he finds so many words hilarious, downright side-slitting.  He cracks himself up trying to pronounce “sarcastic” over and over again.  And then there’...
Jan 24, 2008

Sam and the Purple Crayon

Sam is a big fan of the book, “Harold and the Purple Crayon.”  I love it too, it’s so very clever and creative.  Harold has really sparked his imagination which is, of course, a wo...
Jan 23, 2008

He Got the Beat!

On one of our recent forays to the library, we got out an informative yet dated book on policemen and what they do.  What do you know?  Back in the ’70s, they did the exact same thing as today...
Jan 22, 2008

Out of the Mouth of Buglets

What is a buglet, you ask?  Well, when the Saminator was a newborn, one of my first nicknames for him was “Bugaboo Jones.”  Don’t ask me why because I don’t know why.  So, t...
Jan 19, 2008

Nothing — and I mean NOTHING –to Show

It is one of those unproductive days which drive me bonkers.  It’s 3:15 in the afternoon, and the day has been a big ole bust up to this point.  First of all, I woke up at 4 AM and then couldn...
Jan 18, 2008

Consistency

It’s hard to be consistent all the time, 24 hours a day, seven days a week.  I know that it sounds like a classic oxymoron.  You’re right, it is.  Alas, it is so true, at least for me. ...